Friday, October 07, 2005

 

rainy days and thursdays

rain is a runner's nightmare. and fall is synonymous with rain in vancouver.

i stare out of the window in silent frustration. the rain is light, and knowing me, i'm still going to fuck it, pull on my ny cap, and run in the rain and cold and wet. 12 degrees celcius. fucking cold, but once i start and turn on my music, the discomfort of numbed fingers and rain-splattered skin will be dimished.

i can't run on a treadmill. i don't have the mental strength or will power, as the girls who've run with me will know. i can't do the hamster thing. it just won't work. esp not here in vancouver where the totem gym only has 1 treadmill and no ventilation, such tt i'll be running and breathing in my own stale breath and sweat. tt is just repulsive. especially when on the other side of the glass is crisp, clean cold frosty air, and runner's paradise.

was talking to melissa, and she asked me how it was to run here. the lanes are straight; the roads are straight. it looks like a scene out of a movie tt you've always wanted to be in. the suburban houses stand so quaint and pretty in a row, and it's quiet except for the rustling of the colourful fall leaves from the rows of trees upon trees that line your vision all the way to the end of the long linear lane, and the sound of your own harsh breathing as you pound the gravel. there are cars here, but it's mainly cyclist/pedestrian friendly, and if you run through areas where the professors and lecturers live, you can go through a five min stretch saying "good afternoon" to the old couples coming out of their homes for a nice evening stroll, and they'll smile at you and somehow, just make your day.

the inner romantic in me likes seeing old couples take evening strolls down the lanes hand in hand. i would like tt someday myself, far off into the future.

and i need to run. my breakfast today was belgian waffles with strawberry syrup and thick whipped cream, along with bacon and scrambled eggs. and after lunch, i bought 2 glazed cinnamon cruller donuts from safeway, along with more kellogs fun cereal, my fave chocolates and peanut butter bars, and finally, my kraft extra creamy peanut butter. and i just ate 3 huge tablespoons of peanut butter straight from the jar, alone.

it's been raining since yesterday. a light rain, but a consistent rain. i'm so glad tt i bought wellingtons. it's actually comfortable to don waterproof boots and my thick maroon ubc hoodie, and when i'm nice and dry and warm, take tt umbrella i took from aldo and just stroll through the campus to the bus terminal (and back) listening to my ipod, set permanently (for now) to my collection of lifehouse tunes. i love lifehouse. they're a rock band with romantic songs, even if i think tt "you and me" is too overplayed.

i went to purdy's chocolate and bought a chocolate bar from there. i love purdy's chocolate. the chocolate and the ice-cream and the store. you really understand the concept of 'kid in a candy store' when you walk into purdy's. well, maybe a woman in a chocolate store sums it up better, since it's been scientifically suggested tt the 'happy chemical' in chocolate stimulates the female hormone more than the male hormone, which is why women have such a love affair with chocolate.

but i bought 10 truffles for the boy. i'm still figuring how to fly it to singapore since the box is so irregularly-shaped, and i'm worried tt the flight will either result in the chocolates being misshapen, or melted. esp since they are of such high quality; ice wine, kahlua, grand marnier, sambuca, irish cream, etc... you get the picture. hmm. i'd better ask the post office.

i feel bliss. haha. tt sounds so strange coming from me. ugh. but i feel strangely at peace right now. like everything is going well, even though i need to study for my tests tomorrow and i have a lot of things to do. but relationships are emotionally rewarding as well as emotionally draining. and even though the stability and freedom of singlehood and the absence of complication and clutter is a welcome respite sometimes...

When you're happy, you're happy.
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